A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted Passenger

Sweet Sunday afternoon
September's golden brown
Summer always fades too soon
Like the laughter of a clown
Shadows fill the room
Where sorrows come to drown
Your heart's a lead balloon
As you sink another one down

I know it numbs the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
There's no love left you can steal

For the joker laughs along
As the jester's outsmarted
And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
And the sad man sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it costs

Sweet Sunday afternoon
And all that can be heard
Is an old familiar tune
Though you've forgotten half the words
And sunlight floods the room
Like a silent flock of birds
And hope's a red balloon
Disappearing through the clouds

I know it numbs the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
There's no one here to make a deal with

For the joker laughs along
And the jester's outsmarted
And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Oh, and the sad man he sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it costs

Yeah, well the joker he laughs along
As the jester's outsmarted
The gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Oh, and the sad man he sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
Oh, and the fool, he never knows how much it costs
Well the fool, he never knows how much it costs